Painter by the bridge:
Life strokes over old canvas,
Betraying old friends.
Painter by the bridge:
Life strokes over old canvas,
Betraying old friends.
The Saudi raised hands
In victory as the flogs
Ripped his flesh apart.
Why does the spying
Of her sharing her heart’s pain
Knife her in that heart?
Underneath the smiles
Lies a heart blown by weather.
She thought you a friend.
Your little sister
Poured the words of pain to you
Hoping you would care.
Is it all because
At fifteen a reckless kiss –
Always imprisoned?
White mass on your brain
And you, brother, far away.
The pain sears my heart.
Nightmares awaken her
And you comfort and hold her –
She blesses the pain.
Sharp words, painful prick
Hissing from previous good —
I am deflated.
Shoulders’ prickly heat;
Empty hand lies on the bed –
No strength to fight pain.